Ain't no justice in money,
ain't no freedom in running,
painted streets with blood; stunning,
distracted populace with scumming,
hands up,
don't matter,
lead humming,
ain't no home left to be coming,
ain't no justice in money,
ain't no lives matter,
not to the people in charge of the chatter,
the talking head,
walking dead,
brain splattered,
All I hear is stifled laughter,

Oddities and odysseys,
life in the hottest seas,
that's what we gonna see,
not just you and me but our families, sisters, mothers, fathers,  sons, daughters,
cannot live if the sun blisters tomorrow and it runneth over.

I feel drunk but I know I'm sober,
no drinks for the son of man,
not til he older,
wiser,
speak a bit bolder,
kinder,
kind words,
to be issued to say that we miss you,
and I should kissed you; goodbye,
but now I got no time.

Always in new ties but old suits,
like trees barking for new roots,
and leaves darkened for Fall blues,
like hard news,
like black versus black versus white versus blues versus us versus you toos, ain't no mistaking the voiceless,
choiceless.

Most broke destroyed **** for misclaiming no justice,
we shouldn't hush this,
we need this to bust it,
or we end up busking,
do you understand what I'm busting?

Ain't no difference between us and kings,
so why we let them speak to us like just things,
a means to their ends but that means an end to us.

freedom don't ring,
ain't no freedom in running,
ain't no justice in money,
only justice in one thing,
and that's the spirit,
all consuming,
and trusting.

so let that spirit sing,
let it take you over,

Let the voice of the Lord and the father fill you until love runneth over.

Our mothers will be raised up,
praised up,
and through them we can face em,
find strength to save em,
and save us.

I tied my noose to twenty-seven balloons I'd filled with my own hopes and hot air.
I let them carry me until I was no longer there because I forgot what it meant to be real and gave up on ever being healed.

I opened my eyes to stare at the ceiling.
Stained with water and the paint peeling in strips and fragments like the edges of my resistance. If life is all a dream well I can't help but wonder who's dreaming.

Knock on my head and hear the reverb hollow.
It echoes throughout like my thundering heart beat but where's my brain beat? Ignorance is bliss but no one said bliss tastes sweet.

The water in my lungs is deep enough to drown but still shallow enough to hear every note I've got left in my xylophone ribs. I guess this is what you meant when you asked me to forgive.

But I ******* all my anger into twenty-seven little strings and blew kisses to the wind. It's goodbye that's gonna take me home again. So if you see me floating know that I am real but I couldn't bring myself to heal.

All life is now a waking dream.
How silly must we be to take it so seriously?

Gold spine
Terror climbs
Deep inside
Warning signs
Upside out
Inside down
Laugh loud
Love now
Heart beats
Struggle streets
Perfect teeth
Pretty neat
Run away
Lazy May
Rainy play
All day
Cold night
Sore sight
Bitter fright
Winded kite
Dead sigh
Cold climb
Green vine
Gold spine

Giving in to making small talk chatter.
Collateral atoms scatter over my head
Perfect pitter pattered patterns.

Behind my eyes grey matter
That feels in tatters
After it burned out the rafters.

Is my skull getting fatter?
Madder than your favorite hatter.
And I won't get an ever after.

Never been a dodge drafter
I meant a draft dodger. (cue the laughter)

Who makes taffy taffer?
And who made Daffy dafter?
Bugs and carrots for my Satur-
Day morning napper.

Paint splattered pancake batter.
Knife and fork clatter.
Belly never felt so dapper.

If I had to choose I choose Venonat, er
I meant you Pikachu! (What a Knee slapper!)

Always been a little scrapper
Even when I was bigger batter.

And I don't know no pastor
But I got the spirit moving faster.

Probably should've been a future rapper
But I could never be a present wrapper
And I'm more wrapped up in the past four
Years that were snatched by time snatchers.

But now I'm bored by this rhyme planner
So I'm gonna go get a snack or
Two.

I am a man on fire
Brought to life by one burning desire
to see the bottom of the ocean blue
Impossible they say, if only they knew

Because I am a man set ablaze
My passion is finding my way through Hell's maze
And I never thought it would be so hard
Everything I touch is instantly charred

You see, I did not choose to burn
I chose only to learn
Of fire and it's nature,
Now everytime I try to explain, I always burn the paper

In flames there is only destruction
Unless your aims are given proper instruction
Fire is not only for desecration
Fire may bring about great innovation

Fire is love and hate
Rolled in a ball, arguing fate
Fire is made of fear and joy
Of one fact be certain, those that burn  may build or destroy.
It isn't wise to play with fire, boy.

Most of the time
It feels like I don't feel
Like nothing is real
And that's kind of fine

To love is to wait
for silence, observing earth
This vigil for death

Is all consuming
Life to love to death and back
To the space between

The lines are defined
The church bells ring as the bombs
Collide with my eyes

Holocaust now and
Again, it's a good thing, light
Destroys darkness falls

Crush me in silence
I left my shadow behind
A wingless angel

Permanently still
My impromptu modern art
May you understand

Death is no true end
Overcoming existence
To see love turn truth

Convince yourself of your certainties
But certainly they are uncertain
For the truth is hidden behind time's immovable curtain.

Sing to the future
Pray for the past
All wounds desiring sutures
Seldom last

Discord and harmony
Now dance entwined
With echoes of foreign leaves
Backless black dress bares no spine

Revel and rebel rouse
Clothe yourself
Cover those doubts
Dust layered pride wastes on the shelf

To hate do no acquiesce
If I am to be an ***
May I be the jackiest
But this too shall pass

On Earth there may be Heaven
But I'm only seeking Nirvana
I wish Vonnegut woulda wrote Slaughterhouse Seven
A sequel concerning the most enlightened Lama

Call me the animated corpse
Watercolor and colored pencil pallor
Washed out caffeinated ******
Drawn lips and cheeks painted all sour

Crème de la cream
Whipped froth to more than tooth sweet
Gobble up that American hayfever dream
Make me out to be the biggest diabete

This self defense
Of building fences
Won't ease teasing tensions

I'd stand up, tall and high,
for myself but I
I can't find my feet for a honeysuckle punch of sky

She's aimless but she's right on target
Hits you right where the heart is
Cuz she's been around the world and back
She's blameless but she gives me heart attacks
Yeah yeah she's so Kerouac

Told me to take it all and go
Blaze a trail few would ever know
Well I lost my head instead on the edge of existence
I said, "Cut me some slack", and turned right back, she just stood there singin' "You're no Kerouac"

Walking on water wasn't built in a day
The life we're living is nothing but a daze
One mad dream is all it takes
To see that we are one with everything

Yeah, yeah, she's so Kerouac,
Ramblin through the world,
She's seen it all, the town and city
She's just a vagabond girl, spiritual monstrosity, like Neal Cassady, she gave her life to Jack

I was born to be a hero or nothin,
Knew my time was coming
To an end, I went away
In search of better days,
I stared at mountains for months and months, though they never changed, I couldn't stay the same. I am just matter bound by time and space, I saw the end of god, she took his place


Yeah, yeah, yeah, you're so Kerouac.
Pale cardiac rhythm, stood still
Frail insomniac prison, quietly shrill
Yeah, yeah, babe, you're so Kerouac

Loops within loops within loops
You got me jumping through your high hoops
And my hopes, my hopes are little scoops
Balled up by the pressure, dear

Breathtakingly, beautifully, brilliantly designed
Elegant, lucky lover redefined
Braver than, brighter than a silent star roaring, roaring, against unending night
Tell me that you need me here.

If I had eyes for the future
Maybe I would better
Bear burdens
Alive with more joy
And grace upon my face

If I had eyes for the present
I could see the beauty in
Small moments
Celbrating gestures of love
And kindness like a fine kiss

I have eyes for the past
Where sorrow and
Regret live
So I never love
Or die with true happiness in sight

I have eyes of
Electric blue that fade to green and are
Centered by a burning yellow
Star being
Consumed by utter darkness
I have eyes that see dying light forever.

I feel like an imitation
Of my own reflection
Despondency creeping over
The rivers in my veins
Corrupted

Part I

Listless illusion of disease
Flitting petals in the sickly breeze
Ivy sinks into the heart of me
Roots becoming limbs to breathe

And it's me or the hollow trees
And it's me or the hollow trees

What's repeated couldn't call for help
Cannot speak for lack of breath
Poisoned air and the scent of death
Empty eyes drifting to the vacant left

And there's nothing like the Martyr's pelt
And there's nothing like the Martyr's pelt

Part II

What have you seen, little light
What sky might you make night
Don't lay aside in absent fright
Don't take the side of tyrants, fight

For there's nothing like the Mad King's hide
For there's nothing like the Mad King's hide

Over old logs and under dead cold sun
Over dark water, hum the hunter's song
Do you hear the call to arms, don't wait too long
Do you feel the air that thrums, let the blood flow gold

It's for you or the end of endless love
It's for you or the end of endless love

Part III

So slow to the earth, now silent in the morning
Little light fell to night and declined adornment
I still see her in the dead forest, a quiet warning
No love to the loveless of mourning

And it's her or the rope of discordance
And it's her or the rope of discordance

To fire the blue of innocence burns low
Take the arms of the earth and replenish your own
Raise the corrupt world to the oldest throne
Surrender to none, surrender to the Great Below

And there's more to agony than I care to know
And there's more to agony than I care to know

And I find my own being lost in the ocean of all beings,
exchanging pieces,
molecules,
atoms as we collide and
destroy each other endlessly
forever and ever, amen.

All that broken, all that beautiful
Left lying on the floor of your one room apartment
And ever after more, a senseless crime against the southerly divinity
Burdened heart like hopeless iron hides shy as the clouded sun
A quiet finale no longer true
Gunpowder plots like burial mounds half full of ashen skin
Asleep in this living war and the alarms are booming
What power holds in absence of clarity becomes windowed amongst the stone
Newly ancient, flesh to bone, blood and that which you call your own
Power lines slice green arbor air and my veins seek no end
Purposed elegance packaged and sold to greed soaked hands
Vanity for Vanity's sake, patients in a waiting room
Furniture, people, shameless sin unspoken but in need of no forgiveness
Can you feel the war in you;
Untouchable?

Well I never noticed that you looked at me differently than everyone else.
 I was always too busy running around in circles trapped inside my own head.
I get caught up in what-if's and maybe's and forget that there are definites and certainties.
I focus on all these stars falling heavy around my ears and I run chasing after them missing the beauty and wonder shining sweet light on me.
When I lost myself in those moments..I should've lost them with you.

Walking in my own footsteps
Making all of the same mistakes I made last year
I'm still in love with the wrong person
I'm still in love with the same fear

Count me out

And it's blue again
Her eyes and this stormy sea
All the same to my heart
All the same rapturous belief

Fill me up with doubt

Now I'm glued to the floor again
Giving up on her
Love is only labor
Love is wasting away
Disgracing today

So I don't know if I want this
It's going back and forth
And back and forth
Shallow hearts beating
the death out of my
Ceaseless breathing

I walk these circles
Pacing around the sun
I'll follow my footsteps
Collapse back in that garden
Where we first begun

Walking wasted
on Saturday late
and I've been replaced
like a cracked glass vase  
Fallen to the floor
Slow motion more
Dramatic than before
I walk you to the door

On a first date
To your front gate
And now you say you're late
Now she's got a first name
Wake late before daybreak
Sacrifice for her sake
In the morning I wake

To the sound of her thin cries
And the time flies
Til she drives by
With her new guy
Too high
But you can't lie

You know how
Your mom felt now
When she found out
How you dropped out
Just to tune in
And drop out

I can't sleep.
So I flip through my waking dream.
Making it better makes it worse.
I see the hurt in the joy
But it isn't real
And my mind is projecting the world
I could never have
Onto the back of my eyes.
Is it beautiful or is it decaying?
Is this fiction or future wishing?
Who knows?
Who cares?

My grief is quiet
I do not let it speak
For it shall not betray
The bones of me

You lost today
Do not feel weak
Life was never easy
Peace in rest do seek

Your wheezing chagrin
Cigarette smoke treats
Lungs no longer gasp
No recoil from the heat

Mourn in silence
Whispering defeat
Death is not true loss
If your life was victorMy grief is quiet
I do not let it speak
For it shall not betray
The bones of me

You lost today
Do not feel weak
Life was never easy
Peace in rest do seek

Your wheezing chagrin
Cigarette smoke treats
Lungs no longer gasp
No recoil from the heat

Mourn in silence
Whispering defeat
Death is not true loss
Merely your life complete

Rest in Peace Mr. Overby

I keep my soul in my mouth
to stop all the heartache from pouring out
I put trust in a box and set it out to stormy seas
'cause I am just a man, aching for you to hear me
but my idle hands made idols of my ears
and they worship silence so I cannot hear

So I'm living and I'm dying
Not one without the other
I've wasted too much time
I should call my mother
and tell her that I am doing just fine
Though sometimes I fear I've lost my mind
but that's okay because I really don't miss it
They say ignorance is bliss
but I can't hear it, oh well
Like meteors we fell
With no thought for where to land
But by God we fell hand in hand
We shattered like glass and
The soil became our bones
We are home at last
but I still can't feel you
So I'll keep on burning through and through
Yeah that's just what I'll do

Show me your light
Be my guide through life
and through nights
We hide inside
But tonight my heart is weaker than it's ever been
Trying so hard to keep the waves of insanity from crashing in
Reality sank to the bottom of the sea
It doesn't come for free
Drag me out, drag me up into the sky
Shake me up, shake out all the lies
'cause we're still trying to cross life's great divide

So I'm living and I'm learning
Not one but both together
Hold my hands away from my head
Let me hear this singing weather
I am not afraid to walk with you tonight
but only if our frail fingers hold us together despite

Slow depth and hearts breadth
It's a golden show, how little we know
I, I wonder wonder just a little bit
Bit by bit we fall in to the grace of love
So much more, a morning rose before
Time is wandering and my feet faltering
Will seek the end of my becoming
Becoming myself in the Great Belief

Further up and further in
I swear I saw you in that lion skin
And I could not explain my wild cares
As I rest upon the tarnished chair

Better now than before the open door
Show the light unto the dark of this world heart
Watch it bleed and howl with me
A savior is hidden in the stranger from the well
Draw the love into the light and quell your desire
Desire is the death of acceptance

Further up and further in
I swear I saw you in that lion skin
And I could not explain my wild cares
As I rest upon the tarnished chair

Let me bend to break and burn this stake
I've found all my rivers amongst your veins
Now we're feeling free of the oppression
Now we're oppressing our living frame

No voices come from the wood oh but what voices could
Surely those brittle trees, and those buzzing bees
I, I hope hope you will find
Find me dreaming of your graceful song
So much less, the empty minds blessed
Truth is eternal keeper and dear sleeper
Will breathe the dream of undoing
Undoing the Great Deceit

Further up and further in
Again and again
Until the end

Is it poetry if I just let it go free?
Is it poetry if this is the truth to me?
Have I ever been in love or was it all a hoax?
Yeesh.
If heaven sits above then was our time all wasted grief?